I feel your words and descriptions every week. Yes, I have a Crow, too. I love the imagery of the scarecrow: the end of harvest, the harbinger of death in the dying off of summer… Lovely cycle in the circle of life. Frank grabbed me this week with the hungry ghosts of Buddhism, and now you, with the scarecrow. Wow… You guys are so good! ❤

LOL! We draw energy and inspiration from our community – that’s for sure. Yes, Crow came to me this year. Actually, I think there are two, a male and a female that tend to hang around my house. The female raised a nest of cow birds (blackbirds with brown heads) as her own this year. They still visit. ❤

The scarecrow might be named Richard II, his hollow crown appeared to circle a hollow crown, but not when you have him such poignant voice. I feel like I have much of my life simply kept vigilance where I was placed, by choice or circumstance is increasingly irrelevant to me. Your delapidated king has a lot in common with me. 🙂

So well done, Kerfe. “Unrepentant pretenders” to describe those “ornaments” really gave those ominous birds another layer of depth. The abstract painting fit the haibun with the discordant gold and almost neon yellow outside the circle.